Run away

SERENA'S POV

Darkness enveloped me as I was led through the sterile and cold corridors of the prison. The air was stagnant, and the dampness clung to my tattered clothes. My mind raced, and I couldn't shake off the humiliation and pain inflicted upon me by the one who was supposed to be my partner.

As the heavy steel door screeched open, revealing the dimly lit cell, I stumbled inside, my hands still covering the remnants of my dignity. The cold concrete floor greeted me, and I shivered, feeling the chill seep through my skin. The door slammed shut, and I was left alone in the suffocating darkness.

Hours passed, marked only by the echoes of distant footsteps and the occasional jingling of keys. The cold, harsh reality of my situation sank in, and I found myself contemplating the events that had led me to this wretched place.

The sound of approaching footsteps snapped me out of my reverie. The dim light from the overhead lamps outside the cell revealed the silhouette of a guard. He carried a tray with a meager portion of food and a cup of water.

"Here's your meal, slave," he sneered, tossing the tray into the cell. The food scattered across the floor, and I glared at him, my anger simmering beneath the surface.

"What do you want from me?" I spat out, my voice filled with defiance.

The guard laughed cruelly. "Want? You're nothing but a rejected lover, lower than the dirt beneath my boots. Just be grateful you're still breathing."

With that, he turned on his heel and left, leaving me alone with the cold, hard reality of my new existence. I sank to the floor, my hands gripping the rough fabric of my torn clothes. Tears welled up in my eyes, not just from the physical pain but from the emotional torment inflicted by the one who should have been my protector.

As the days dragged on, the sterile atmosphere of the prison seeped into my bones. The darkness was my only companion. I was hungry and thirsty.

Just when I thought I couldn't endure any more, the door creaked open.

The flickering fluorescent light revealed a familiar figure standing at the entrance of my cell. It was Alpha Kane, his expression unreadable. As our eyes locked, a mix of anger and defiance burned within me.

"What do you want, Kane?" I questioned, my voice carrying a mixture of bitterness and exhaustion.

He approached the cell bars, studying me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "You will address me properly, slave. It's Alpha Kane for you."

I scoffed, unable to hold back my disdain. "Why bother with formalities when you've already rejected me and treated me like this?"

He ignored my question and instead gestured to the guard outside. "Open the cell."

The guard hesitated but eventually obeyed, unlocking the door and allowing alpha Kane to step inside. I watched him warily, my body tense.

"Come with me," he ordered, his tone brooking no argument. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether I should comply, but the guard's menacing stare convinced me otherwise.

As I stepped out of the cell, he grabbed my arm with a firm grip, leading me through the brightly lit corridors. The guard followed closely behind, a silent but threatening presence.

The chilly night air bit into my skin as Alpha Kane led me through the dimly lit corridors of cell. I kept my gaze fixed straight ahead, refusing to meet Alpha Kane's eyes.

As we reached the main entrance, the security guard shot me a contemptuous look before locking the metal door behind us. Alpha Kane's grip on my arm tightened, and he pulled me along without a word.

We ascended a narrow staircase, and the soft glow of streetlights began to filter through the windows. 

The cool night air hit me as we stepped into the open courtyard. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver glow upon the surroundings. It was a full moon, a time of power and transformation for werewolves.

Alpha Kane released his grip on my arm, and I stood there, rubbing the sore spot where his fingers had dug into my flesh. He stared at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"Full moon tonight," he remarked, his voice low and contemplative.

I nodded, unsure of where this conversation was headed. The full moon was a significant event for werewolves, a time when their instincts and desires were heightened.

"I'm not one to pass up an opportunity," Alpha Kane said with a smirk, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. "You will join me tonight, whether you like it or not."

My heart raced with a mixture of fear and confusion. "Join you for what?"

He chuckled darkly. "You'll find out soon enough."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the courtyard. I watched him disappear into the shadows, my mind swirling with questions.

The night grew darker, and I felt a strange energy in the air. As the full moon reached its zenith, I could sense a change within myself. A primal force stirred within, urging me to embrace the wild instincts that lurked beneath the surface.

I heard footsteps approaching, and Alpha Kane returned, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He circled me like a predator assessing its prey. My instincts told me to resist, but a strange pull tugged at me, drawing me closer to him.

Suddenly, his movements became swift, and he grabbed me by the shoulders. "Tonight, you'll be mine," he declared, his voice a low growl.

I resisted, struggling against his hold, but the moon's influence seemed to amplify his strength. He pressed his lips to mine, his kiss demanding and possessive. I fought against the intrusion, but as the moments passed, a strange heat ignited within me.

Our bodies moved in a primal dance under the moonlit sky. The resistance waned, and I found myself succumbing to the raw intensity of the moment.

The night passed in a haze, and as the first light of dawn painted the sky, a cruel reality crashed upon me. I opened my eyes to find Alpha Kane absent, and a wave of shame washed over me. What had transpired between us felt like a fleeting dream, and the reality of my circumstances rushed back with brutal force.

As days passed, I had allowed a glimmer of hope to enter my heart, daring to believe that maybe, just maybe, Alpha Kane loved me.

But two days later, that flicker of hope was extinguished, replaced by a devastating reality. I mustered the courage to visit Kane's apartment, driven by an overwhelming need to ask him directly about his feelings for me. As I pushed open the heavy door, my heart pounding, what I saw inside shattered my newfound hope into a million broken shards.

There, entwined in a passionate embrace, was Kane, locked in an intimate act with another woman. The sight seared through my chest like a knife, tearing apart the dreams I had so desperately clung to.

Desperation and disbelief choked my voice as I pleaded, "Kane, tell me it's not true." My words trembled with a vulnerability I had never shown before.

He turned his gaze towards me, the usual warmth replaced by cold indifference. "You're here to serve a purpose, Serena," he said, his voice devoid of any tenderness. "Don't mistake it for anything more."

The weight of his callous words bore down on me, threatening to crush my spirit. Emotions surged within me, heartbreak and anger. How could he do this to me? How could he betray the love we had shared—or at least, I had believed we shared?

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the image of the man I thought I knew. With a voice strained by pain, I cried out, "I believed in you! How could you do this?"

But my outburst only seemed to amuse him. In a moment of cruel retaliation, his words were as cutting as his actions. The weight of betrayal pressed upon me, threatening to suffocate any remaining hope.

Weeks turned into months, and amid the darkness that enveloped me, life stirred within my womb. I discovered the truth—a truth that simultaneously filled me with both joy and trepidation. I was carrying Kane's child.

Summoning hesitant determination, I approached Kane once more, vulnerability etched into my eyes. "Kane, we need to talk," I said, my voice trembling. "I'm carrying your child."

But instead of the acceptance and responsibility I had hoped for, Kane scoffed, his eyes filled with cruelty. "You're delusional if you think I'd take responsibility for that," he spat, dismissing my words with disdain.

Devastated and hurt beyond measure, I made a decision. I would protect my unborn child and myself from the toxic grip of Kane's influence. In the cover of night, I gathered my belongings, leaving behind the suffocating darkness and the painful memories that haunted me.